Nine

A thermometer,
Closest to the light,
Always in a hurry,
Running round the
bulb in
eighty eight;
Having no egg,
Knowing no mercy;
Melting at her
presence
A love,
After the thermal
meter,
Perhaps, in a hurry,
Jogging round the
queen in
two hundred and
twenty five;
Absence of the
eggs,
No mercy;
Melting at her
voice.
A living one,
Third of their
mama,
Taking things easy,
Dancing in
a year;
A cold egg.
Merciful but torn.
Dead among the
living,
With some life
trace,
Filled with dust,
Dancing in
six hundred and
eighty seven;
Two eggs.
Mighty Roman god,
Alienated from the
hot snow,
Worse than the
millipede,
Creeping in
Four thousand and
three hundred,
and thirty.
Ringed thrice.
Adorned.
Worse than the
snail,
Moving in ten
thousand and
eight hundred
Twenty two eggs
No trespass.
Large body,
Worse than the
adorned,
Moving in thirty
thousand
and seven hundred
Five eggs
Against the time.
Very far
From the big star
Worse than the
large body
Leaping in sixty
thousand and
two hundred
Just two eggs.
Humble, decent
Last standing
Ashamed
Going in ninety
thousand and
seven hundred
Complications, not
even a yoke.